Fantasy in 5 Sonnets

1.

 The light that shines from out thy perfect face,

A universe of beauty in thy kiss;

Such a memory transcends time and space --

There would be no better thing than this.

My fingers yearn to stroke thy flawless skin,

Sweep a wayward hair from out thine eyes,

Place my thumb and finger 'neath thy chin, 

And claim one kiss: thy perfect, luscious prize. 

But still, there is a single, lingering fear:

That as the kiss begins and we ascend,

Life, as always, has to interfere,

And much to my chagrin, the kiss will end.

Mouths and tongues in hot intensity,

All else lost, a fading memory.

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2.

So patient, how our lips mingle and dance,

Consciousness so quickly fades away;

Left to bask in passion and romance, 

And thoughts most sensuous, even risqué.

Passion builds and bodies intertwine,

Eager hands, they wander and explore,

Craving thee, seizing thee as mine,

Groping, tasting, needing ever more.

Belts and buttons keep the moment chaste,

But good behavior doesn't last for long;

Neither wants the lust to go to waste,

Thy sighs and moans a lovely, lilting song.

I want you darling. That much you can guess,

Let's make us a great big, sexy mess.

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3.

Clothes flung to the floor, save underwear,

Thy skin near bare in panties and a tank,

Immaculate -- I can't help but stare, 

Thy form leaves me awed, my mind a blank.

Tangled in each other on the bed,

So close to the edge, my passions swell,

Composure and restraint hangs by a thread,

So close to bliss, a most exquisite hell.

Thine expression pleading for my lust,

Slender hands caress my growing heat,

Driven to obsession, hips athrust,

Grinding on my fingers, cooing sweet. 

Give thyself to me, my darling. Please.

Only so long can we stroke and tease.

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4.

The moment comes at last when our restraint

Is not enough to keep our beasts at bay;

Our bodies hungry, yearning to acquaint,

Every scrap of clothing tossed away. 

Fingers, mouths and tongues e'er occupied,

Slow and patient, bodies writhe and twist,

Flame becomes inferno, deep inside --

All thoughts of composure long dismissed.

Finally, the moment comes at last,

Sinking into warm slick ecstasy,

Thy moans and cries a pleasure unsurpassed--

Thy gasps the soundtrack to our revelry.

Gladly shall I do as you bespeak,

Climbing e'er toward our passion's peak.

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5.

Savage. Fierce, our lust; so full of want,

Neither of us rushing t'ward the end,

Playful but intense, we tease and taunt,

Savouring every moment we can spend.

Faster, harder, o'er and o'er again,

Building e'er toward the final burst,

Rising, steaming boiling o'er, and then

The dam gives way, so full and uncoerced. 

Thy body tenses, tightening 'round my own,

Thrashing and convulsing t'ward thine bliss,

So beautiful, thy voice's frantic tone;

And all because we shared a perfect kiss.

Come lie here with me, my lovely one,

Perhaps we'll nap by light of rising sun.

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.